Mischief raced through the interior of the submarine, moving straight for the bridge. Normally, he would have found such a frontal assault to be suicidal, but the submarine appeared to be working with a skeleton crew. Huscarl had told him that they had four minutes to get things done, and Mischief did not have the time to go directly for the ballast tanks. It would be faster if he just opened the tanks using the controls and then sabotaging the entire system by running detonation cord and laying charges within the bridge itself. It would be like killing a person by removing the head; without its brain, the submarine was useless even if it could be recovered.

He gunned down two crewmen on the move. Armed only with pistols and wearing only their uniform, they were easy targets and fell with a bullet each from Mischief's CZ-805. The sound of boots falling on metal echoed throughout the submarine as he raced towards the bridge, which was directly underneath the conning tower. As expected, the bulkhead was closed, but Mischief had prepared for that situation. He pulled out several breaching charges from a pouch and stuck them onto the door. Scooting back to a safe distance, he detonated the charges. The shaped explosives propelled the blast inwards and blew the bulkhead clean off it's hinges. He charged into the bridge a split-second after the blast, shooting the first armed person he saw twice in the chest.

There had only been five people stationed on the bridge. Two had been killed in the initial blast, one had been fatally wounded by the door and one had been gunned down by Mischief himself. The sole survivor of his assault seemed to have been struck by shrapnel from the blast, as evidenced by the blood streaming down his face. Mischief immediately walked up to him, grabbed them man by his collar and hauled him towards a control panel. "I want the ballast tanks open." He said sternly. The man spoke at a rapid fire pace in a language Mischief did not understand.

"Ballast tanks! Open!" Mischief shouted. "Submarine, sink. Go down."

That seemed to click within the man's brain and he shook his head. Mischief let out a huff of frustration and drew his pistol, pushing the muzzle into the man's neck. "Do not test me." He said, sounding as if he had every intention to shoot the man dead if he did not do as Mischief asked. "You have a family? Children? Wife? Think of them and answer me again."

That did the trick and the man nodded several times. Mischief let him go and kept an eye on him as he pressed a few buttons. The grinding sound of metal against metal reverberating throughout the ship told Mischief that the ballast tanks were opening. "Go," He said to the man and nodded towards the blown out doorway. "You have enough time to escape if you run. Use the forward hatch, otherwise you might run into my friend. He is not as...Accommodating." Mischief waited until the man was out of sight before getting to work. He took off his backpack and removed a few meters of detonation cord and laid them around the control panels. Then, he took out a few blocks of explosives and placed them on the control panels itself. He wired everything onto a common timer and set it for four minutes.

Mischief threw on his pack and raced back towards Huscarl's and his initial entry point. They exited the submarine and went into the water, much to Mischief's displeasure. He was not a fan of swimming in such rough waters, especially not with his pack, his RPG and plate carrier. It was doable, but it was unpleasant. The explosion, however, was more than worth it. Mischief let out a sigh of relief, thankful that his explosives had gotten the job done. Soon after, Mischief heard the sound of an approaching boat and their imminent extraction. It looked like their job here was done.